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Yu Linzhou kicked the table leg, making the teacups on the table wobble. "No, I still can't swallow this. You stay inside and don't wander around. I'm going to cause some trouble for the Wen family. I'll be right back."

After saying that, he slammed the door and left, cursing under his breath.

A dark figure silently swept across the corridor and entered a study without a sound.

Wen Wuqing was sitting behind his desk when he heard the noise and looked up: "How is it? What were they saying in the room?"

The scout hung his head, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

There was an invisible barrier surrounding that room, and he listened intently against the outer wall for a long time but couldn't hear a single word.

But he dared not say it, for the young master hated nothing more than reports that yielded no results; the last spies sent in this manner had already been used as fertilizer.

He doesn't want to follow in his footsteps.

He steeled himself and carefully chose his words, saying, "I dared not get too close, so I couldn't hear clearly... but I vaguely heard that the two of them seemed to be arguing."

"It seems that the one surnamed Li wanted to stay at the Wen residence, but the other refused. After that, the two argued more and more fiercely. Eventually, the one surnamed Li slammed the door and left, looking very upset."

Wen Wuqing's eyes suddenly lit up, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

He did not doubt the spy's words.

In his view, it was perfectly reasonable for Li Erniu, with his crude and vulgar nature, to want to stay and curry favor with the Wen family after seeing their wealth.

Lin Zhixu, a man of such aloof and self-possessed nature, would certainly not tolerate a hunter who, taking advantage of the debt of saving his life, would linger by his side.

It was only a matter of time before things turned sour.

He chuckled softly, feeling incredibly pleased.

Let them make a scene, the more tense the better.

He had long noticed that Li Erniu's gaze towards Lin Zhixu was not innocent, but he didn't think Li Erniu was qualified to be his opponent, so he never took it to heart.

However, having such a large person standing next to Lin Zhixu was indeed an eyesore, making it difficult for him to make a move.

Now that the two of them have fallen out, it has saved him a lot of trouble.

He beckoned the scout closer and whispered a few instructions.

The scout's eyes flashed, and he immediately understood. He nodded vigorously and quietly left the study.

Wen Wuqing leaned back in his chair, picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and smiled contentedly.

Not long after the scout left, the head of the Wen family arrived.

Wen Wuqing quickly stood up and bowed.

"Father."

The head of the Wen family sat down in the main seat, took the hot tea served by a maid, and slowly skimmed the foam off the surface. He looked up at his son standing before him and spoke unhurriedly, "I heard you brought two people into the manor. Who are they?"

Wen Wuqing stood respectfully to the side, his hands at his sides: "They are just two friends I met on the road, and I invited them to stay at my residence for a while."

The head of the Wen family hummed in agreement and took a sip of tea. "It's not just that, is it?"

Wen Wuqing paused slightly, "As expected, nothing can be hidden from Father. I have my eye on one of them and want to keep him as a concubine."

As soon as he finished speaking, the head of the Wen family slammed the teacup down on the table with a dull, crisp sound.

He stared at Wen Wuqing, his brows furrowed: "Nonsense. You're not even married yet, and you're already thinking about taking people into your household. What will people outside say about you? What will they say about the Wen family? You may be shameless, but the Wen family still has a reputation."

Wen Wuqing was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "But Father, I really like him."

"Like?" The head of the Wen family sneered as if he had heard an absurd joke. "What good is liking someone? What help can it bring to our Wen family? If you had listened to me earlier and arranged a marriage with another aristocratic family, I wouldn't be so worried about the future of the Wen family."

Wen Wuqing pursed her lips, her tone irritated: "Those women from aristocratic families are arrogant and domineering; I don't like that kind of person."

"So what kind do you like?" The head of the Wen family stared at him, his gaze sharp. "What you like is of no use to the Wen family."

"Wuqing, listen to me carefully! You are the eldest son of the Wen family. Everything you eat, wear, use, and your cultivation level—wasn't it all given to you by the Wen family? The Wen family gave you all of this not so that you could pick and choose as you please."

"This marriage isn't about finding you a wife, but about finding a capable young mistress for the Wen family. Once you're married and the Wen family is stable, you can have whoever you want by your side. As long as you don't go too far, I won't interfere."

Wen Wuqing frowned, taking his words to heart.

"Father, I'm sincere this time. As long as you grant my wish, I'll listen to you, stop traveling, and stay at home to arrange marriages with other noble families."

The head of the Wen family's eyes suddenly lit up with joy. "Are you serious?"

Wen Wuqing nodded.

Just as the head of the Wen family was about to agree, he frowned again, as if remembering something.

"Wuqing, you're too attached to this person. This isn't a good thing. If you get married in the future, but still have this person in your heart, how can you have a good marriage?"

His tone hardened: "Promise me that from now on you will put your wife first in everything you do, and never neglect her because of others. If you can do that, I will agree to your terms."

Wen Wuqing lowered her eyelashes, a fleeting look of irritation passing through her eyes.

But now he couldn't refuse the head of the Wen family, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.

The head of the Wen family rarely spoke with such interest: "I'm genuinely curious about what kind of person you've taken a liking to. You've always been a picky person, so anyone who catches your eye must have something special about them."

Wen Wuqing's facial features relaxed unconsciously, and his tone revealed a hint of undisguised pride: "Father, don't you trust my judgment? After I've accomplished this, I will definitely bring him to pay his respects to you."

The head of the Wen family waved his hand: "No need. It's just a little pet, not worth my personal attention. Let me make this clear first, you have to keep a close eye on him and make sure he doesn't cause any trouble. If he doesn't know what's good for him, I'll have to discipline him for you."

Wen Wuqing lowered his eyelashes and respectfully replied, "Yes."

The head of the Wen family nodded in satisfaction, stood up and straightened his sleeves. "Pay more attention to the auction, don't just let your personal feelings get in the way."

Speaking of this, Wen Wuqing also thought of asking the Wen family to take charge of the matter.

"Father, wait a moment. I have something I'd like to ask you."

The head of the Wen family paused, turning back to look at him: "What is it?"

Wen Wuqing cleared his throat, unusually hesitant: "Does Father have any extra auction invitations?"

The head of the Wen family narrowed his eyes: "Why are you asking this?"

Wen Wuqing lowered his head: "...I've already promised to take those two friends to the auction to broaden their horizons, but I don't have any invitations..."

The Wen family head was stunned for a moment, then laughed in anger: "Do you know how much an invitation is being sold for outside? It's priceless, and many people can't even get one even with millions of spirit stones! And you, for a little pet, you give away two at once, how generous of you."